Piket (en inglés)

Piket
I venture to speak of the
Well as you want to go back
Goes back to the big bear piket
It may be blessing
You might curse
Sure it will be a piqueton

And no, I want to piket
My eyes no longer see
And no, I want to piket
Not what you see
You can not touch
It's just something spooky
Your eyes are on you going to sting
One such flipiry and a beaver
It was automatic piket
I feel that it will be an explosion
And no, I want to piket
My eyes no longer see
And no, I want to piket
And if there was a way to stop the piqueton
I could live well
Well
And no, I want to piket
And no, I want to piket